God forgive me! what a mind I had to her
God! what an age is this, and what a world is this
Goes down the wind in honour as well as every thing else
Goes with his guards with him publiquely, and his trumpets
Going with her woman to a hot-house to bathe herself
Gold holds up its price still
Goldsmiths in supplying the King with money at dear rates
Good God! how these ignorant people did cry her up for it!
Good sport of the bull's tossing of the dogs
Good wine, and anchovies, and pickled oysters (for breakfast)
Good purpose of fitting ourselves for another war (A Peace)
Good discourse and counsel from him, which I hope I shall take
Good writers are not admired by the present
Got her upon my knee (the coach being full) and played with her
Great plot which was lately discovered in Ireland
Great thaw it is not for a man to walk the streets
Great newes of the Swedes declaring for us against the Dutch
Great deale of tittle tattle discourse to little purpose
Great many silly stories they tell of their sport
Great fire they saw in the City
Greater number of Counsellors is, the more confused the issue
Greatest businesses are done so superficially
Greedy to see the will, but did not ask to see it till to-morrow
Had no more manners than to invite me and to let me pay
Had his hand cut off, and was hanged presently!
Had no mind to meddle with her
Had a good supper of an oxe's cheek
Had what pleasure almost I would with her
Had the umbles of it for dinner
Half a pint of Rhenish wine at the Still-yard, mixed with beer
Hand i' the cap
Hanged with a silken halter
Hanging jack to roast birds on
Hard matter to settle to business after so much leisure
Hate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keys
Hates to have any body mention what he had done the day before
Hath not a liberty of begging till he hath served three years
Hath sent me masters that do observe that I take pains
Hath a good heart to bear, or a cunning one to conceal his evil
Hath given her the pox, but I hope it is not so
Have her come not as a sister in any respect, but as a servant
Have not known her this fortnight almost, which is a pain to me
Have not any awe over them from the King's displeasure (Commons)
Have me get to be a Parliament-man the next Parliament
Have not much to lose, and therefore will venture all
Have been so long absent that I am ashamed to go
Having some experience, but greater conceit of it than is fit
He that will not stoop for a pin, will never be worth a pound
He told me that he had so good spies
He did very well, but a deadly drinker he is
He made the great speech of his life, and spoke for three hours
He made but a poor sermon, but long
He knew nothing about the navy
He is such innocent company
He has been inconvenienced by being too free in discourse
He having made good promises, though I fear his performance
He hoped he should live to see her "ugly and willing"
He is too wise to be made a friend of
He was fain to lie in the priest's hole a good while
He and I lay in one press bed, there being two more
He was charged with making himself popular
He that must do the business, or at least that can hinder it
He is, I perceive, wholly sceptical, as well as I
He is a man of no worth in the world but compliment
He will do no good, he being a man of an unsettled head
He is not a man fit to be told what one hears
Hear that the plague is come into the City
Hear something of the effects of our last meeting (pregnancy?)
Heard noises over their head upon the leads
Heeling her on one side to make her draw little water
Helping to slip their calfes when there is occasion
Her months upon her is gone to bed
Her impudent tricks and ways of getting money
Here I first saw oranges grow
Hired her to procure this poor soul for him
His enemies have done him as much good as he could wish
His readiness to speak spoilt all
His wife and three children died, all, I think, in a day
His disease was the pox and that he must be fluxed (Rupert)
His satisfaction is nothing worth, it being easily got
His company ever wearys me
History of this day's growth, we cannot tell the truth
Holes for me to see from my closet into the great office
Hopes to have had a bout with her before she had gone
Horrid malicious bloody flame
House of Lords is the last appeal that a man can make
Houses marked with a red cross upon the doors
How the Presbyterians would be angry if they durst
How highly the Presbyters do talk in the coffeehouses still
How little merit do prevail in the world, but only favour
How little heed is had to the prisoners and sicke and wounded
How do the children?
How sad a sight it is to see the streets empty of people
How Povy overdoes every thing in commending it
How unhppily a man may fall into a necessity of bribing people
How natural it is for us to slight people out of power
How little to be presumed of in our greatest undertakings
Hugged, it being cold now in the mornings .
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